Here’s the reason:
It matches the beginning of one of my poems so much, that I need to show it for you to believe:

A poet I’m not, not always, not every day.
Reluctant and rare my poems come to me,
At times, not even welcome, to me.
One knock I hear, faint yet clear.
I have no mind nor time for it.
I’m a busy professional in a busy city, you see.
How can I be at ease, stand still, serene, calm,
And think? Mine is the lane, mine is the race,
And now is the time: get set go.
Carpe diem, gather your stocks, the sun is shining.
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So, I was thinking of those lines when I reblogged!